The Hotness

May 09, 2007 09:58

Vincent and I tie for the coolest morning. I saw Mr. Met behind Grand Central as I was biking in. I hollered hello, and he waved. Awesome. :) Vincent went to get a haircut first thing and found out that he shares a barber with Aaron Douglas. He has a leg up on me for the week, though, because Michael Trucco (who, besides his BSG work, once played a character named Dax in an episode of CSI) came into the art store the other day when he was working.

Anyway ...

Slightly humid this morning, indeed. There was a definite difference in the amount of sweat I produced while biking and my difficulty breathing. And here I thought I was actually getting in shape.

I've also noticed that lately I've been doing a Jamaican accent when I'm yelling at cars. Well, specifically, when I'm directing them to do something so as not to kill me. When I'm angry and yelling--usually after they've tried to kill me--I go either Scottish or Irish. When I'm annoyed and muttering to myself I go Southern. I wonder what in my brain causes this to happen because I don't do it on purpose. I catch myself doing it.

I need to write a story today. I promised Other Writing Group I would give them a story for our last meeting, and then I totally didn't. So at the last meeting we agreed to give ourselves deadlines. I should be more goal-oriented (or maybe I'm too goal-oriented?), but it's only about 50-50 I'll do something in any kind of timely fashion without a deadline sitting in front of me. My next deadline for them is this Saturday, I think. It might be tomorrow now that I remember back, but that's not going to happen either way. I got other shit that needs to get done.

I was thinking about my priorities for the day, and thinking about how I prioritize stuff based on what I don't want to do least. Absent a deadline, the only way I get myself to do stuff most of the time is by giving myself the choice of either doing it or doing something else that is more offensive to my laziness. Where the hell did I learn this? It's not a particularly effective way to conduct one's life. For example, now I'm writing this entry because as long as I do I have an excuse to not be working on that story. This is silly.
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